I have a ton of work to do tonight; as a web­site designer I’m locked into a “when­ever there’s work” sched­ule.  I’d rather be play­ing though.  Ava’s come up with a novel solu­tion: she says if I promise to do my work tonight she’ll hang around in a school­girl skirt and white but­ton down, maybe sit on my lap a lit­tle.  She said she might even spend some time under the desk.…

There’s NO WAY i’m going to get any work done under those con­di­tions though I intend to try my hard­est.  Her other sug­ges­tion recently was that I be tied to the chair while I work until it’s com­plete.  Equally hard to work but with far more chal­leng­ing con­se­quences when I’m naked.

Choices.

I haven’t cum in at least two days.  It could be more but I’m sure it’s at least two days.  We’ve been on vaca­tion with the fam­ily and tired and what­not and here it is a few days later and it hon­estly got lost in all that.  I’d not cum ear­lier in the week for three days but just as I was think­ing about writ­ing about it Ava took care of things.

But now my mind has wan­dered all over once again.  I’ll need to get some of that together to share.

Also — and I hate to even men­tion this here because it’s pretty lame and irrel­e­vant to all fo you who are look­ing for some­thing hot to read — I have a hor­ri­ble back pain which pre­vents me from being any real fun at all (that I can think of).

For instance.

I had dreams this past week about insti­tut­ing some rules for Ava around the house.  I know they wouldn’t stick but they’d be fun for a week or so.  As I sit here and think of them now I laugh at myself for think­ing Ava would ever go for any of them most of the time.  Still.

I also read through all my sub­mis­sive man blogs and although most of them are… strange… I started hav­ing thoughts about that as well.

Ulti­mately; we’re home from vaca­tion.  I’m buzzed, Ava is drink­ing water.  I’ll start there.

Last night as I was rid­ing Simon I had a thought.  We had been hav­ing sex a lot lately, fairly sim­ple sex.  Fan­tas­tic feel­ing, orgasm pro­duc­ing, want to pass out right after, sim­ple sex.  Mak­ing love to some, just fuck­ing to oth­ers.  No dynam­ics, no games, no toys.  I was think­ing it has been nice, uncom­pli­cated, and very fulfilling.

No sooner than those thoughts crossed my mind though they were intruded upon by dif­fer­ent kinds of thoughts.  Visions of Simon tied to the cof­fee table, blind­folded, gagged, cock hard and ready to be rid­den.  I found myself want­ing to use him as a tool to make me cum and then leav­ing until I wanted to again.

Life has been busy, and tir­ing.  My thoughts hadn’t wan­dered in that direc­tion in awhile, I’ve wanted more tra­di­tional close­ness than con­trol or sub­mis­sion.  It’s fun when they pop back up though.

It makes me want to see how sturdy our cof­fee table is.

Ava’s tak­ing a bath so I thought I’d post this.  A lit­tle Sepia treat­ment because I can

The some­what ner­vous greet­ings were quick and he wel­comed her in.  There wasn’t enough room at the desk so they decided the cof­fee table would be bet­ter.  She sat on the floor, legs curled beside her, lap­top on the table open to her project.  Her posi­tion was too demure, too acces­si­ble.  He could see down her shirt, admire her curves, imag­ine what else she could do while kneel­ing so con­ve­niently.  As she set up he excused him­self.  A quick shot of whiskey, maybe two, to set­tle him so that he could get through the night.  “Oh, I’m sorry…” she said, walk­ing in on him down­ing his third shot.  “Busted…” he said with a grin, the whiskey was start­ing to take the edge off.  “I’m just used to hav­ing a cou­ple drinks when I get home, don’t mean to make you uncom­fort­able.”  Not uncom­fort­able at all, she said, but with that tone that made him know she was lying.  “Would you like a small one?  Your close to drink­ing age right?  Hon­estly I always code bet­ter with whiskey.”  They both laughed and he poured them both a drink, both his and hers a bit taller than they needed to be.

Her gig­gles were get­ting louder as he explained PHP and hex codes.  She touched his knee and looked up at him as he helped he plod through the site she was required to make.  Bend­ing over her to cor­rect small cod­ing errors he lin­gered, tak­ing in her scent, see­ing how long she would allow him to hover.  By the sec­ond drink the tem­per­a­ture had warmed.  “I can’t fig­ure out how to get all of these videos and ads to mesh right! I just don’t get it, there aren’t any sites that have ALL of this crap in the same place.”  Her frus­tra­tion was attrac­tive to him, he laughed and she fol­lowed.  “Let me show you.” he said, bend­ing over her, play­fully push­ing her out of the way.  A few key­strokes later and a site appeared.  Sound, ads, text, com­ments, all of the con­tent she hadn’t been able to work into her project; includ­ing video, one of a busty young woman tak­ing a cock deep down her throat.

Her gasp made him laugh.  “Oh, did I embar­rass you?  You just said it didn’t all exist in one place…this one popped into my mind as an exam­ple.”  Not, embar­rassed she pro­fessed, just sur­prised, it wasn’t any­thing she didn’t know about she exclaimed.  “Are you sure?” he teased, “I just assumed, a girl your age, one as attrac­tive as you, you must have been with a few guys already”  “Yeah…I mean no…I mean…I’m not embar­rassed, I know about all of that stuff” she said.  “All of that stuff huh?  What about this?…” a few more key­strokes and a video appeared of a woman bent over a cof­fee table, her ass full of a large hard cock as she moaned and grunted.  She stared, open mouthed.  “Can I refill your drink?” he asked as he walked away to fill it.

After a hard nights work.

He had over heard them talk­ing in the back of the class, “I can’t believe you are going to his house!  I’m so jeal­ous! I need extra help too!”, the voices and gig­gles of high school girls, both grat­ing and entic­ing at the same time.  One, how­ever stood qui­etly, a bright red rush­ing to her cheeks as her friends gushed, “I just need help with my site, and we couldn’t do it hear because of that geek tech club, sheesh, don’t be so stu­pid.”  She always was the cool one, she stood out from the crowd.  That may have been why he was so drawn to her.

More than once he had found him­self look­ing where he shouldn’t have been, glanc­ing down an unbut­toned col­lar while check­ing her work, brush­ing against her in the hall­way, watch­ing her bend to pick up her books.  He felt like a lech­er­ous old man.  When she asked for extra help on a project his first thoughts had been absolutely appro­pri­ate, give her some tips after school, and have a bit of com­pany for the hour he had to stay clean­ing out files, it would be fine.  When she men­tioned the lab wouldn’t be avail­able he said they could work at his place with­out think­ing, and then his mind began to wander.

It wasn’t an obvi­ously provoca­tive out­fit, sim­ple really but enough to empha­sise the parts of her he liked the most.  Jeans, cut just right, show­ing off her ample hips and firm round ass.  A plain white blouse, unbut­toned slightly, but with a taste­ful under­shirt beneath it.  Her breasts stood high and firm, the curves of the top vis­i­ble only if you were to make an effort.  When he answered the door he didn’t imme­di­ately real­ize who it was, out­side of class she seemed adult, but just barely, and when he said hello his eyes wan­dered across her body, mak­ing her blush, and that is what started to make him hard.

One– I need a cam­era other than my phone.

Two– I need more thongs like this, its the only one I have.

Three– I need to love my body more because some­times it can be pretty hot.

Very rarely do I order Simon.  I have a ten­dency to ask.  I ask sweetly, I say please, I smile.  He knows though.  Simon knows that a request from me, in times like now, is absolutely an order.

For­get­ting to do some­thing that is requested, or ignor­ing it, or being bratty about it doesn’t get an imme­di­ate rep­ri­mand or pun­ish­ment.  It will usu­ally get a grin, a lit­tle laugh, but it is always remembered.

I enjoy it that way.  I like to whis­per that I’ll remem­ber into Simon’s ear when we are out in pub­lic and he makes a lit­tle quip.  I like the look in his eye when I have to remind him of an ear­lier request.  I like the way he will flinch the tini­est bit when I tell him I’m not pleased in some way.

My nature is one of sweet­ness, lik­ing to please, want­ing to please, enjoy­ing the quiet plea­sures in life.  That does not mean, how­ever, that I don’t take great plea­sure in teas­ing and tor­tur­ing when the time is right.  I can red­den an ass with­out mercy when pro­voked and I will make him beg me to stop.  I can cum quickly and often, and I can do it with­out giv­ing him release.  There are many ways to use a per­son and I can do them all, but it will always start with a request, not an order.

The last time Ava had me tied to the bed (before the past one) she did some­thing I’ve never done before; after we were done she posi­tioned her­self over my face in a way that silently forced me to lick her pussy clean of my cum and her juices. As I drank from her she began to use my face and tongue caus­ing more and more work for me until I was full and bathed in our salty sweet mix­ture. Of all that hap­pened that evening — being tied, spanked, blind­folded, teased and used; Ava forc­ing me to drink my cum from her made me feel com­pletely at her mercy and service.

Talk­ing yes­ter­day evening as Ava rode me (unbound) she let me know that start­ing today Iwould be clean­ing my cum from her when­ever and wher­ever it was left; pussy, mouth, body, ass. This morn­ing after I had cho­sen a blowjob over mas­tur­ba­tion she reminded me again.

Whether I cum vol­un­tar­ily — Ava gives me a choice; or oth­er­wise — I am used; I know that I will be respon­si­ble for clean­ing Ava’s body after. Think­ing about that now makes me unbe­liev­ably hard.